Lilli and I explored the streets of Hampstead the other day. There we saw colourful houses with pretty bay windows, well-kept gardens and fancy cars in the streets. We started dreaming of a loft flat, with a bath tub and a balcony. Oh, I wish I could live there. Both I and Lilli had curled our hair, and I wore my turtleneck sweater with my dungaree dress. After a while of walking through the streets of Hampstead, my hands felt like ice cubes and we had to find the closest café possible. Luckily this café was a nice, French one with the best cup of hot chocolate I’ve had in a long time.